Sean slumped in your tent and onto your bed roll, his eyes droopy and his hand still clutching tight to the beer bottle. "I didn't think she'd reject me... s'something wrong with me?"

He frowned and rubbed his eyes, looking around and sniffling. "I need a wing man or somethin'."

He sat up and grabbed your shirt, his eyes widening, "You could do it! You know how to talk to chicks. I really need a date, come on!"